The same afternoon I laid a turd on the Shamrock and Roll course, I took my mountain bike out for a time trial.
This is sort of a bad race tradition for me, not necessarily the mountain bike, but the feeling is if I've got something left I'd best get rid of it.
So on the way back from Guilford, I saw a pair of roadies as I was leaving town. So I road down the slower of the two (I don't think they were riding together) and then closed on the second one.
I was really time-trialing- down in the aerobars, in my TT helmet. I passed the second guy, but as I was, well, on a mountain bike, I didn't exactly separate.
So he passed me back on a hill, and instead of just letting it go, he says to me 'You should get a time trial bike.'
I was not in the mood.
I snapped back 'This is a time trial bike. What does it look like I'm doing ?' Then I buried him...
It was silly, but it felt good....